The Entanglement [Charlie Barber]

Chapter 33: Hello, L.A.

"That's it, baby..." his warm breath ghosted against your earlobe, your legs expanding wider and wider with each heavy thrust. "Let me all the way in..." a whispered groan came next in harmony with your whimpers and gasps for air. "...you got even tighter...fuck..."

He was right. 

You'd been working on your kegel exercises since you'd been apart from one another. Not only was Charlie being sent into utter euphoria over it but so were you. Every deep thrust inside was met with even more passion as you squeezed when he pulled back. 

"Jesus..." he smiled, biting down on his bottom lip, eyes dancing all over your face, taking in every inch of you that he missed. "You're gonna make me cum, princess."

That was all the warning you needed and within seconds you had pushed as much of his massive weight so that the two of you rolled, putting you on top and in control.

"Let's make sure that doesn't happen yet," you planted both hands on his solid chest and arched your back, starting out slow with controlled movements; teasing and measured, the kind that leaves him almost...angry to cum. 

His ample hands clunge to your hips, threatening to overpower you, which of course you both knew that he could. But he didn't want to. No, not tonight. Tonight he was yours. 

The expression on his face alternated between pleasure and frustration as you giveth and taketh away his build. Your body moved with seduction, up and down his fervent cock in perfect rhythm. You could feel him becoming harder against your walls as you watched his breath become ragged, face blooming with need. 

And with that, you'd stop. 

Sitting still on his lap, cockwarming him, and pinching his nipples while he growled and grumbled in protest. 

Charlie looked up at you, fire and desperation in his eyes as a wicked grin widened across your face.

"Are you really gonna cum before I cum first?" You playfully warned, slowly lifting your hips up, stroking him lazily with your superbly tight cunt that was clearly driving him wild.

He groaned. "No."

Releasing his sensitive nipples, you began to ride him again. 

"Good. That's a good boy."

You focused on your own build, changing pace based on your own needs and wants. With your free hand, you drew circles against the bundle of nerves that slid so very close to the massive shaft stretching you open wide. Charlie's head angled forward to watch as if he was studying exactly how you pleasure yourself. 

With a flex of his abdominals, he perched up to his elbows, watching you bounce so beautifully on top of him. He spit at your sex, basically adding more fuel to the already blazing fire you were both making. You felt the slick hit your fingers as you rubbed it against your core. That move propelled you faster towards your climax.

"Fuck, Charlie..." You moaned out, his hand wrapping around your throat immediately after the words left your mouth.

"That's not my fucking name..." he struggled to say as he was holding back the biggest load of all time, trying furiously to maintain control over himself and you.

It was the type of manly power struggle that made you giggle not only inside your head but out loud, as well.

Oops.

A squeeze to your larynx shut you up rather quickly.

"Ahh-..." you cupped his strong wrist, feeling the tendons and muscles tense under your touch, your other hand working restlessly on your swollen clit.